The Wistful Saga
Chapter One The tram line hummed through the backwaters, a metallic vein pulsing through the rice paddies that stepped down to the sea like an argument no one would win. The air tasted of diesel and thawing earth, a heavy, wet weight that pressed against the skin. Deepak Mukherjee stood at the head of the table in the settlement house, his uniform starched stiff, his hands trembling against the...
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